This heavy burden of just not being anyone's expectation of love, she cries herself to sleep.
Picking at her brain she tossed and turned all night.
Even makeup couldn't cover her pretty bloodshot eyes from the tears she shed that night.
Feeling shattered, feeling so hopeless, feeling so numb, so broken.
She plastered a smile from ear to ear to conceal the pain.
Walking through the city, as she carries her demons like a backpack.
Every face she walked pass, she couldn't identify.
Every whisper became a deadly scream.
She just didn't seem to fit, like a rock in a sea of lilies.
Her wishes didn't exist, same as she didn't to the human race. An alien from another realm.
As she went home to lay her head,
She stared at the ceiling as her thoughts overwhelmed her sanity.
She embraced she couldn't be loved.
To shut her pretty bloodshot eyes to repeat her agony,
One more day after another.
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Clandestine Volume 1
PoesíaA mix of short stories, and a bundle of poetry written in my hours of insomniac nights. Dark and twisted maybe even inspirational.
